I remember being at war almost always, since a long time. My conscience questions and chokes me.
Sometimes, I'm just plain tired. Why can't I be like others who just carry on with their work without too much questioning, and accept life as it is. Why all these annoying questions and pauses?
The man with a conscience suffers a thousand times more than a man with none.
That's all I know. Even the Delhi rapists do not undergo the turmoil that I and maybe countless other people like me with a very nagging conscience go through. (This post is not inspired by them or by the recent verdict).
Sometimes, I'm just plain tired. Why can't I be like others who just carry on with their work without too much questioning, and accept life as it is. Why all these annoying questions and pauses?
The man with a conscience suffers a thousand times more than a man with none.
That's all I know. Even the Delhi rapists do not undergo the turmoil that I and maybe countless other people like me with a very nagging conscience go through. (This post is not inspired by them or by the recent verdict).
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